Stardust Dreams
I awaken into stardust dreams, sprinkled
upon my ear,
ghost train whistling into the darkening air,
I learn to love, to let loose weary fear.
luster
of dreams whispers. a woman in purple nightgown.
voice like too many joints, presses me to
tender breast
I awaken into stardust dreams, upon aged
ears.
The dreams she sprinkles across my weary
age, so close,
so vivid, they consume the chalkboards of
my mind,
and I learn to love, to let loose weary
fear.
I wander happily in a world of poodle
skirts and Elvis,
repression disguised as beauty, and she
tucks me tender,
I waken into stardust dreams, sprinkled
across my ears.
cue the projection’s rapid switch,
in Russia I wander amongst Tchaikovsky’s
Pathetique. Carriage wheels stately.
Madame Pathetique, I learn to love, to let
loose weary fear.
morning hisses in my weary ear. Once
again.
I become a slave to reality. A rhythm
without rhythm,
but tonight, I awaken into stardust dreams
upon flesh-worn ears,
and I learn to love, to
let loose weary fear.
